Unwhole & Incomplete


That which by its absence leaves me unwhole

Yet pulls me within by memories of whim.

Daily fills my soul

While hourly leaving me grim.


While screaming in pain of incompleteness

A moment of joy brings serenity

No parting will have ever beaten us

For hope of joining is the only sanity.


Like the sun without light

Or the night during day

I live for the sight 

Of the wholeness that may.


Though the day may elude 

I can never deny

What my soul needs for food 

Is the dream to reply.


1/26/98

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